On the bustling street, watching the black Rolls-Royce slowly leave until it disappears, and is completely ignored by Ning Tian. Although Zhao Qing felt a little unhappy, it was just a little unhappy. Because the troubled times were coming, the order of human society would be rewritten.

Zhao Qing was confident that he could become a giant. After shaking his head slightly, he squeezed out of the crowd and turned into the remote path behind the old mall.

There is a midnight snack stall on this remote path, where groups of young people often gather here. Most of these young people are gangsters and improper professionals. Because of this, few pedestrians walk here on the path not far from Fanrong Street.

The noise of beating and scolding was endless at night snacks, and suddenly the noisy sound suddenly decreased. Many young people with tattoos looked to the other side of the street, with a kind of malicious brilliance flashing in their eyes.

Zhao Qing was coming from there, glanced at the obviously malicious gangsters, ignored it, walked straight past, finally took out the key, and opened the thick metal back door.

A "bang..." sounded and the metal portal closed.

Among the gangsters, a strong young man with upper body was wearing a tattoo. Most of the skins he could see had tattoos. Apart from his face, he could not see normal skin. The young man sat in the center and looked at the closed iron door, his eyes flashing.

"Xiao Liu! Do you know the background of that person? During this period, I have been in and out of the mall alone." The tattooed young man said to a pointed-mouthed man beside him.

"That person is Zhao Qing! He is the top scorer in the college entrance examination. As for the mall, I didn't know who was acquired by more than a month ago. After a period of construction, all entrances and exits were closed, and I don't know what was going on inside." said the young man with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek.

"Boss! Is it..." said a person next to him.

"Find an opportunity to contact that person." The tattooed young man nodded slightly, then raised his wine glass and shouted, "Drink..."

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In the empty room, a beam of strong light shone on the martial arts hall. Zhao Qing walked to the center with a spear. The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and black lines were flashing, like a heavy rain, hundreds of black lines were slid across, and finally gathered at a point.

This is a dark blue spot, because the sharp point of the spearhead is the cold dark blue metallic luster, and the surrounding space is slightly distorted.

Right in front of this point, about ten meters away, was a five-person steel and concrete structure surrounded the beams and pillars, but at this time it had cracked into a pile of gravel. Under the influence of the sharp energy of the spear, half a month ago, the structure of the pillar had cracked into a spider web and shattered into a pile of stones.

Fortunately, only one pillar was broken and it would not affect the building structure.

The underground laboratory was only used by Zhao Qing as the flesh and blood of the snail black crystal worm and made into medicine, so Zhao Qing rarely entered it. He spent the past month practicing the action of "sting".

It lasted for a month, except for the few hours I went home every few days, I went to Dongdong University to go to school for the leave today. During the other time, Zhao Qing did not leave here and only slept for a few hours every day. Of course, these hours were deep sleep to nourish my energy, and the rest of the time was extremely tiring to practice the "thorn" movement.

From this point of view, Zhao Qing's resilience and perseverance are also at the level of top academic masters.

That night! He practiced until the early morning, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. Since he went out today and had only practiced for a few hours, he did not squeeze out all the strength he used to, so he was not too tired.

However, Zhao Qing was a regular person. As soon as it was early in the morning, he stopped, took a hot shower, and lay on the big bed next to the martial arts hall, and entered a state of sleep.

At three o'clock in the morning, Zhao Qing got up on time. After washing up, he had just picked up the spear and prepared to continue practicing, but he suddenly paused, put the spear down, turned around and walked towards the elevator.

After a while, Zhao Qing entered the laboratory, stood in the refrigerator, looking at the two drug test tubes placed together, which contained crystal clear liquid, with a faint glow.

These two potions are made of the medicines that are used to extract the flesh and blood of snail black crystal worms. In addition, Zhao Qing has configured the medicine for the first time and has used the medicine. A snail black crystal worm can perform three flesh and blood extractions in a month.

"I originally thought of saving these potions and handing them over to them after Pang Wei and Li Jun come back, so that they can reach the level of a martial arts master in the shortest time." Zhao Qing murmured to himself.

After sighing, Zhao Qing took away one of the potions and then left. However, he had just taken two steps and stopped again, and returned to take away the second potion.

Zhao Qing originally thought that Pang Wei and Li Jun could gain a place in troubled times, but what happened yesterday changed Zhao Qing's mind.

After a while, Zhao Qing came to the lounge, found a seat casually and sat down, directly penetrated two potions into his mouth, and then sat quietly to regulate his breathing. A warm and cool breath flowed in his body, which was a comfortable feeling, and life was sublimating, which was an indescribable feeling.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Qing opened his eyes, felt his condition carefully, and showed a satisfied expression, saying to himself, "Although the two potions contain not much flesh and blood power of the snail black crystal worm, at this level, a slight increase in strength is not simply an increase or subtraction."

"Although my strength has increased significantly, I still haven't reached the limit of a martial arts master."

After Zhao Qing murmured to himself for a moment, after feeding some medicinal materials to the snail black crystal worm in the metal cage, he left the laboratory and returned to the martial arts hall on the ground to continue practicing the spear.

However, Zhao Qing had not practiced for a long time, and the phone rang suddenly. It was from the Demon Humen who asked him to return to Heihu Villa within an hour.

This situation made Zhao Qing frown slightly. He twisted his spear with both hands, and a click sound came out. The three-meter-long metal spear suddenly separated from the middle and formed two sections of 1.5 meters, put in a specially customized leather bag, and then carried the leather bag and walked out.

An hour later, the gate of Heihu Villa opened and Zhao Qing walked in. He could see that the wide parking lot was full of luxury cars. There were more than ten times more cars here than when he first came here. It was probably because of what happened.

Inside the mountain, you can also see many people coming and going, chatting in groups of three or five.

Although Zhao Qing was here for the second time, most of the people here were very unfamiliar with him. Along the way, they all cast curious and unfamiliar eyes. Except for one person instructing him to go to the highest building on the top of his mountain, the others did not come to say hello.

The Demon Tiger Tower is the conference hall of the Demon Tiger Sect. Whenever something important happens, the Demon Tiger Tower will be open, but ordinary sects are not qualified to enter it. Only warriors who have reached the advanced level of cultivation are qualified.

Outside the Demon Hu Tower, there is a not-so-large mountaintop square, where more Demon Humen members gathered. These people were obviously a little impatient to know what was going on, but they were not qualified to enter it, so they had to wait here.

Although the square was crowded with people, in the middle, the people of the Mohumen consciously made way for a road, which went straight to the gate of the Mohu House.

Zhao Qing's appearance naturally caused a lot of discussion. When he saw him entering the gate of the Demon Tiger Tower, he did not show any surprise. After all, Zhao Qing had an eighth-level cultivation level and was widely known by the Demon Tiger Sect's people.

Mo Wu is the first person in this generation in the Demon Hu Sect. The posts he posted on the Demon Hu Sect’s internal forum naturally attach great importance to them, so the three words Zhao Qing were widely known by the Demon Hu Sect’s people at the first time.

At the beginning, because of the content of the post, the competitive warrior naturally had a skeptical attitude. If Zhao Qing did not show his eighth-level cultivation, he would probably have constant challenges and troubles. This is the consequence of Mo Wu's initial support of him.

When I entered the gate, I walked through a ten-meter-long corridor and saw the lobby of the Magic Tiger Tower. It was decorated in luxuriously, a kind of quaint black luxury, with elegant seats inside, with a total of more than a hundred seats. At this time, half of the seats were already seated. There was a speech platform in front of me, and a young man who was not far from Zhao Qing's age was speaking.

Zhao Qing was late. Although he didn't make any noise when he came in, all the high-level warriors were present. They felt naturally keen and naturally noticed him.

The young man who was speaking on the high platform saw Zhao Qing, and then smiled and continued to speak.

Zhao Qing looked around and did not see his senior brother Qian Wen. After frowned slightly, he sat down silently and listened to the young man's speech.

The young man who was speaking should be the Mo Wu. Such a young man stood on the platform and spoke, only one person in the Demon Hu Sect is qualified, and this person is Mo Wu.

"Mo Wu has taken over as the sect leader." Suddenly, a voice sounded in Zhao Qing's ears, someone secretly sending a voice to him, reminding him.

Zhao Qing was suddenly stunned, then looked in one direction, not far from him, a middle-aged man nodded to him slightly, then ignored him, looked at Mo Wu on the high platform, and seemed to listen.

Zhao Qing recorded this person, and after a moment, he learned why the Mohumen suddenly summoned his disciples. It turned out that it was because the military region ordered the special departments to rectify and reorganize. Unlike before, the thirteen special departments in the province were no longer independent individuals, but were reorganized into a highly consistent whole.

Therefore, there is a question of who will dominate this department and the problems that are derived.

Demon Hu, E Long and Wu Feng are the three major warrior organizations in the province. The original special departments, more than 90% of the core members are all disciples of the three major warrior organizations.

The problems derived from the integration of thirteen special departments into a whole are that the warrior organization dominates this whole and can easily annex the other two warrior organizations in the near future.

The result of this question obviously cannot be achieved through discussion, so after everyone digested this question, Mo Wu brought up another question.

"The question sent by E Long, E Long had an elder and disciple who died at the hands of our Demon Hu Sect Elder Qian. Since this was an extraordinary period, my Demon Hu Sect was ready to use gentle means to deal with this issue."
Chapter completed!